a/n: Okay, this is the first of many on this episode because I'm freaking out. As I know everyone probably is. And I think this is going to have another part. I have another idea related to this topic and I don't think it'd be repetitive to make a separate fic out of it so... We'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe.

Afraid

I'd blocked it all out. How could I not? My entire childhood had been horror after horror in Walter's lab. It left me scarred and the only way out was to forget. So I forgot. And now I was regretting it. Blocking out all those experiences had left me with an inability to fear. I needed to be afraid now. And I couldn't. It was frustrating.

I looked at Peter, wanting everything to click into place. "It's too late. I failed. I failed and I'm supposed to be the one who can stop things like this." Even as the words tumbled from my lips I could feel the water in my eyes. God, I was so... weak.

I saw the surprise in his eyes as he took in my words and then I watched him make the few strides it took for him to cross the room until he was standing in front of me. "Olivia.. You... I've never met anyone who can do the things you do."

"Peter..."

His hand came up to cradle my face and I leaned into, wanting that support, that comfort. And more. I wanted him. I wanted everything about him. Forever. He always made me feel better, whether he realized it or not. He made me calm when I was on edge. I wanted to explore this. But at the same time...

"Peter, I'm scared..."

His eyes softened as his face grew closer to mine. "Don't be."

With those words, it hit me. I was scared. That was it. Once again, Peter had given me what I most needed. I needed to be afraid. And I was. I was afraid. What would I ever do without him? My thoughts were racing. He had become my whole world in such a short period of time. He was everything I needed. I would be lost without him. I was afraid of losing him. How...?

I pulled away, the realization hitting me all at once, even though it had been in my mind all along. I stared at him with wide eyes and he stared back, confused.

"What?"

"Peter, I'm scared!" I repeated. Understanding dawned in his eyes.

It was time to do what I do best.

a/n: Well?